Novels by Inked Angel

Oh God. We were getting robbed. Right there. In broad daylight. My hands shook as I fumbled with the wedding ring on my finger. It felt impossibly tight around my ring finger. Finally, I managed to slip it off and let it drop with a sharp clink into the grubby palm the man held out. My phone followed, then my small purse.Darren hadn’t moved. He sat perfectly still with his eyes on the gaunt man. "You can have the rings," he said, his voice eerily calm. "Take the money and the phones too. But not the watch."The robber’s sneer deepened. "You think this is a negotiation? Give me the fucking watch or we’re gonna have a fucking problem."He yanked a knife from his pocket and flicked it toward Darren. My stomach dropped. I squeezed my eyes shut for a split second wishing I could disappear or at least stop shaking so violently then opened them."Darren," I whispered, panic clawing up my throat. "Just give it to him."He ignored me. "Listen to your girlfriend, pretty boy." The robber who

I stepped out of the house with Darren, the warm sun hitting my face as we walked toward the garage tucked away in the corner of the compound. It was one of those fancy setups where the wealthy kept their cars lined up like trophies, all shiny and protected under a wide roof with high walls around it. Darren clicked the remote, and the sleek black SUV beeped to life. He opened the passenger door for me with a small smile, like he was trying to make this feel normal."Your chariot awaits, milady," he said, and I felt my lips stretch into a ridiculous, shit-eating grin that threatened to split my face. My cheeks burned, and I had to press a hand against my mouth to stop myself from laughing outright."Very well," I said solemnly, lifting my chin as I slid into the seat. "But pray tell, good sir, does this noble steed come with refreshments, or must I endure the journey in royal thirst?""Only the finest for my esteemed passenger," he beamed. "Climate-controlled comfort, imported sound

Kasey’s POV I hung up the phone, and the world shattered around me. My hand shook as I set it down on the kitchen counter and watched it until the screen went dark.Hot tears streamed down my face, blurring everything in the bright morning light filtering through the windows. My chest hurt so bad, like someone had reached in and squeezed my heart until it couldn't beat right anymore. I still loved Landon. God, I loved him with every piece of me. But saying those words to him; telling him I loved Darren, telling him to move on, it was the only way to make him stop. To keep him from chasing this impossible dream that would drag everyone into hell.If I'd told him the truth about the baby, that it was his, he would've burned everything down to get to me. Landon didn't think straight when it came to us. He'd start a war with the Falcones, with Darren's family, with the whole damn club if he had to. And we couldn't afford that. Not now with the club already on edge. It had to end. But en

The home screen was a photo of Tess, Maeve, and Kasey. They were squeezed together on a couch, laughing. Kasey was in the middle, her brown hair falling in soft waves around her shoulders and those warm brown eyes crinkled at the corners with a joy so real it felt like a physical punch to my gut. She was blowing a kiss to the camera. A playful, carefree gesture that belonged to a different world. My world. On her wrist, glinting in the light, was the silver chain-link bracelet I’d bought her for her twenty-second birthday. She’d cried when I gave it to her and said it was the most beautiful thing anyone had ever given her. She never took it off. Now it was sitting on my bedside table back at the mansion, gathering dust since she left it behind. Seeing that it was on her wrist, the picture had to be from back when everything was good. Before the lies, before the club politics, before Darren fucking Antonellis. She looked so happy. So completely, perfectly mine. I swallowed hard an

My whole fucking body shook with a tremor I couldn’t control, something that rattled all the way down to my bones. My breath stuttered, breaking into short, useless gasps. A hot, traitorous wetness spilled over and streaked down my cheek. I swiped at it furiously, only for my torn knuckles to drag against my stubble and make me hiss through my teeth."Ah, fuck," I choked out. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."Tyler stepped in and pulled me into a rough, brotherly hug. He didn’t tell me it would be okay; didn’t offer platitudes or empty reassurance. He just held on while I shook with my face buried in his shoulder and the worn leather of his cut scraping against my skin as he refused to let go."I’m sorry," he kept murmuring in a thick voice. "I’m so sorry, man. I didn’t know how to tell you. I’m sorry."I clung to him for a second, the sobs catching in my throat. Kasey was pregnant. With Darren’s kid. It felt like the ground had dropped out from under me. Everything we’d had, everything I’d clung

Landon's POV The chill of the basement was finally getting to me, seeping through the adrenaline and settling into my bones. I looked down at Malcolm Reeves, slumped in the metal chair, with his head tipped awkwardly to one side.Another fucking blackout.His face barely looked like a face anymore. He had bruises blooming in sick shades of purple and yellow, and dried blood crusted along his cheek and jaw. His lip was split wide and swollen to twice its size and one eye was nearly swollen shut. All me.A masterpiece, courtesy of yours truly.I watched his chest for a second, just to make sure it was still rising.It was.Barely."God dammit," I muttered, tossing the wet rag I’d been using in his face onto the concrete floor. It landed with a dull splat. Hours. Hours of this, since last night, and the bastard hadn’t given up a single useful thing. Just kept spitting insults, calling me a pussy and telling me my club was gonna burn for this."Jovi!" I called out in a hoarse voice.The

♧ MIA ♧I never thought my first semester at college would throw me into a situation like this, but here I was, somehow paired up with two of the most sought-after seniors on campus for a group project.It started with my advisor pushing me into an advanced environmental policy seminar. Thanks to my killer AP scores from high school, I qualified for the upper-level class even though it was mostly filled with juniors and seniors. The professor assigned projects based on complementary skills rather than year, so I ended up with Jace Harlan, the hockey team captain and Ryan Ellis, the student body president.They were both total heartthrobs, the kind of guys who turned heads in the hallways, and yeah, I had a massive crush on both of them from the moment we met in that stuffy lecture hall.Jace was pure animal. He had thick thighs that could crack walnuts, shoulders wide enough to block out the sun and dark hair that was always messy like he’d just come off the ice and railed someone in

Connor's hand shot out, aiming to grab my hair and yank me away but Adrien moved faster. He lifted me straight up off his lap and held me against his chest as he stood. A hot, thick gush of his cum spilled from inside me, dripping down my inner thighs and splattering onto the couch with an obscene sound. Connor recoiled for a split second, his eyes locked on the trail of fluid, and then his rage redoubled. He lunged again, this time for my arm.Adrien shoved me gently behind him, placing his own body between me and my husband. "If you want to put your hands on someone, hit me. But you’re not going to touch my woman without someone dying in this house. And that person," he took a step forward, his bare chest heaving, "is not going to be me. Or her." He didn’t shout. His voice was deadly calm. Connor staggered back a step, breathing hard. "Your woman?" he spat. The laugh that followed was hysterical. "She’s my fucking wife. Your woman since when?""Since today." Adrien’s answer was s

My mind scrambled for something. The first thing that came to me was from a movie Connor hated. "Valkyrie." I whispered.A faint smile touched his lips. "Valkyrie. Good." He took my hand and led me toward the large, dark leather couch Connor used for late-night work sessions. "On your hands and knees. Facing the back."I obeyed and got on the couch on my knees before leaning over against my hands. I heard him kneel behind me and felt the heat of him radiating against my bare ass. The blunt, slick head of his cock nudged between my folds, spreading my wetness. A shiver wracked my spine."I’m… I’m ovulating," I gasped out, the responsible part of my brain screaming. "Don’t cum inside me."He didn’t answer. He just smiled with that possessive curl of his lips I felt more than saw. And then he pushed inside slowly. We both gasped as he filled me, inch by thick inch, stretching my walls wider than ever until he reached the hilt. He stayed buried there, letting me adjust to his size.Then

"Fuck, yes," he groaned as his fingers tightened in my hair to hold my head steady. He pulled back until just the tip rested on my lips, then slammed in deeper until the head bumped the back of my throat.I gagged a little as tears pricked my eyes, but the sound only spurred him on. Saliva dripped from my chin as his cock slid in and out, coating my tongue with his pre-cum."That’s it," he grunted in a strained voice. "Take it all."I hollowed my cheeks, trying to breathe through my nose, but he didn’t give me time to adjust. His pace quickened and his hips snapped forward, fucking my face with short, brutal strokes that made my throat burn. Drool slicked his shaft, mixing with his leaking tip, and I could feel him throbbing, swelling even thicker as his control frayed. The kitchen echoed with the wet, obscene sounds of the gags and slurps and his growls mixing with my muffled whimpers. My pussy clenched emptily, aching from the sheer filth of it, knowing Connor was just upstairs, ob

The next twenty minutes were torture. I made fresh eggs, fried bacon and toasted bread but my body wouldn't calm down.Every time I bent to grab something from a drawer, I felt Adrien’s eyes on my ass, and I had to force myself to breathe evenly because Connor was right there, moving around the kitchen like nothing was wrong. The last thing I needed was to give either of them a reaction.The orgasm Adrien had given me hadn’t doused the fire inside me. It had poured gasoline on it instead. Every brush of my shorts against my throbbing clit sent a fresh jolt through me. If his tongue and fingers felt that good, what would it feel like to have his thick cock stretching me open, pounding into me, claiming me in a way Connor hadn’t in… God, in forever?I finished plating the food and carried the dishes over one by one, making a point of keeping my distance from Adrien. My nerves felt too close to the surface, like one wrong look might give me away.When we finally sat down, Connor took the

He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my shorts and panties and yanked them down to my knees. Before I could react, he grabbed the scrap of my panties and shoved them into my mouth. The taste of my own arousal flooded my senses. That alone was deeply erotic. He dropped to his knees before me and his hands pushed my thighs wide apart, forcing me to step out of the tangled clothing. "Be quiet," he growled, hooking one leg over his shoulder. "Don't want to get caught. Relax, Ruby. Let me worship this perfect body like it deserves." I muffled a cry around the panties as my hands gripped the counter behind me. This was insane. Connor could walk in any second. But Adrien didn't hesitate. His hot and demanding mouth closed over my pussy and I gasped. His tongue flicked out, lapping at my clit in one long, slow stroke that made my knees buckle. Oh God. No one had ever done this to me before. Connor talked about it once, early on, but never followed through. He said it wasn't

I froze then smiled a little, thinking maybe he was teasing me. "What does it look like I’m doing, genius?" He shifted again, a shallow hitch catching in his chest before he could smooth it out. His fingers flexed where they rested at my lower back, the pads of them pressing in and easing off, like he wasn’t trying to move me at all, just checking that I was real. That he was real. "Why are you on top of me? Naked?" He asked. I blinked, still catching my breath, my hands resting on his chest. "What do you mean?" I murmured, a small smile tugging at my lips despite the chaos around us. But then he shifted, propping himself up on his elbows, and his eyes dropped between us. I felt him tense and very muscle locked up at once. He propped himself up on his elbows, staring down at where we were still joined. His cock had gone soft inside me, but the sight of it, of his cum starting to leak out around the edges, made his whole body go rigid. "Jesus fucking Christ," he muttered. Befo

So why did my chest ache with a pain that had nothing to do with vengeance?The look on his face kept pulling at me. That raw, unguarded agony. It unsettled me in a way I didn’t understand and cracked something open where rage was supposed to live. I had spent so long imagining him as a monster that I wasn’t prepared for this... this broken, human version of him.And I hated it.Because all I wanted in that moment was to make it go away. To wipe that look from his face and replace it with the cold, intimidating mask I knew. The one that made him easy to hate. Easy to destroy.This version? This one made my chest hurt.I didn’t know how to comfort men. That had never been my role.What I knew was how to undo them; how to unravel them with pleasure or end them with death. Those were the only languages I’d ever been taught.And since killing him wasn’t an option right now, I reached for the other weapon in my arsenal.My bare feet carried me across the rug, avoiding the spreading dark po

"You have to believe me, Pakhan. Come on. You’ve known me over ten years. Ten fucking years of loyalty. I’ve bled for you, taken bullets, buried bodies—whatever you asked. She’s been here... what? Three weeks? A month tops? You really think I’d lie to your face after everything?"He sounded desperate and his voice cracked at the edges. I almost felt sorry for him.Almost.Dominic didn’t answer right away. Instead he turned those dark eyes on me. "What do you have to say for yourself, Raven?"I took a shaky step closer to him. Not too close—I didn’t want to look like I was trying to seduce my way out of this—but close enough that he could see the tears still shining on my cheeks. I made my voice small and cracked, the way people sound when they’re about to break."I’ve never lied to you," I said quietly. "Not once. Everything I’ve told you so far? It checked out, right? The brother, the college, the way I showed up here… all of it was real. I get it if you pick him. You’ve known him fo

Starlet was perched on the edge of her bed, watching him with wide, curious eyes. Sergei’s head swiveled towards me as I entered. Relief flashed across his stony features. He cleared his throat. "Miss Raven," he rumbled, his voice too loud for the quiet room. "The boss. He wishes to see you. Now." He didn’t say it like a request. It was a statement of fact, an inevitability. The week of quiet was over. The ghost had decided to reappear. *** My heart was slamming hard against my ribs as I followed Sergei down the hallway. Why the hell did Dominic want to see me? After a full week of nothing, was this it? Was I about to get fired? Thrown out on my ass? Or something worse? I pushed those thoughts away, forcing myself to breathe steady. No point in freaking out before I even knew what was up. We stopped at the familiar dark wood to his office. Sergei gave me a quick nod, motioning for me to go in. He stayed outside, pulling the door shut behind me with a soft click that echoed in m

When I finally got out, my skin pruned but relaxed in a good way. I wrapped myself in a towel and padded back to the room. My panties were laid out on my bed with a pad already stuck in. Next to them, my comfiest sleeping shorts and a baggy tee, folded neatly. Starlet was sitting cross-legged on her own bed, pretending to be very interested in her phone. She peeked over. "Feel any better?" I stood there, dripping on the rug, trying to calm my racing heart. A weird, warm feeling bloomed in my chest, right next to the usual ball of anxiety and anger. It was… nice. Someone had done something nice. For me. "What's this?" I asked, hiding the warmth in my voice. She smiled sheepishly. "I... uh, went through your suitcase. It's still unpacked, right? Figured you'd need comfy stuff. And the pad—thought it might help. I didn't mean to snoop, just wanted to make it easy." No one has ever done something like this for me. But I didn't say anything, I just nodded and dressed quickly. T

He stared at me as if I’d started speaking another language. "What is with you? This fucking attitude… is it the goddamn hormones? Are you really that cranky because of your fucking period?"Every cell in my body screamed to let loose, to unleash the torrent of curses and accusations. I pictured Haley’s face. I pictured Josh, smiling, clueless and swallowed it all.I breathed, in and out, slowly. "I’m just tired. I want to go.""You’re ungrateful," he stated, his own anger returning, laced with something that sounded almost like betrayal. "I scouted you from that shithole club. You begged me to bring you here. I put you on the top floor in weeks—a promotion others wait years for. I gave you a weekend off on your second fucking day. I don't usually do that."And there it was. The opening.A sick, reckless compulsion took over. The need to wound him back, to shatter his arrogant control."You didn’t give me that weekend off out of kindness," I said, my voice eerily calm. "You did it for